bluejeep wrote:Beamer and Jets, I gotta tell ya, my daughter and I like it. Oh and by the way - my name is Thomas and we had an old dog named Brandy.
That is so funny! I think since your so close tothe story I should just as well let everyone know how it has actually ended.
Thomas's Brandy was a shepard mix of some type. He really did watch over him when He was sleeping under picknick tables at rest areas and kept him from getting robbed or attacked at least twice that Thomas knew of. As we got to know Thomas, brandy loved my familyalso. I am pretty sure no one could get near us if he thought it would be harmfull.
Thomas is now a ward of the state and we dont know where they have him. Its a rest home of some sort and since we were not family, no one will tell us much. What we learned was from the wife of the people who let thomas have a house to live in. (They would not take his money after the first 2 months an he used to be in construction and had really fixed a lot of the house for them untill he mixed up his meds, which he half the time refused to take or follow the doc's orders beacause if god wanted to take him it was gods choice not the doc's)
Brandy now has a good family and a little boy to watch after. The Pound at least told us that. The family was wanting a younger dog, but when they visted with brandy in the pound yard, brandy Chose them over all the other dogs.